#BodyGlove

[solanj]

Release is coming! Less than a week now! *scales walls*

Meanwhile Heinrix is doing some training, knowing that he is the one who has to carry my whole party on his shoulders for the entirety of the game xD

Inspired by the psyker RT outfit in beta-version and also some most amusing discussions in rubeta channel

[thegodemperorsmycopilot]

I'm not sure why, but I'm death cultist assassin vibes from this. That bodyglove, helm and large claymore-like weapon, probably are the cause.

vitalybulgarov

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[helgaolgaroemer]

Olga ROEMER. Olivia. ROEMER. Roma by olga.roemer Via Flickr: James River. Newport News. Virginua

[ch-ak]

Snorkeling the Hawaii coast 🤙🏽

[christina-thebarber-yogi]

I finally got a day off today. I took a leisurely stroll around the neighborhood and later did some yoga to warm up for my short skate practice at the gym in my apartments. I made cornbread muffins (the Jiffy vegetarian kind) with Just Egg and coconut milk from a can to go with my red lentil soup (again because it's cheap and filling and delicious) and rice with a side of broccoli. Lunch was bean and fake meat chili nachos with so delicious Mexican blend cheez. For breakfast I had Raisin Bran with oat milk. I took NO pictures of my food but I'm sure I will make more nachos tomorrow. I weighed myself again today and I'm three pounds lighter than when I started. I'm sure I would look different but it's a marathon, not a sprint and I'm still babying my hip from my psoas strain. I reading about money stuff that I already know. It's written well, but I'm about to jump ship and read about habits. I'm almost finished with my water and here are a few yoga pics in my favorite sweatpants

[the-boy-who-loves-balloons]

The 3 tried and tested ways to calm your active Sensory Seeker!

Do you have a Sensory Seeker at home? Are they very active and fidgety ? Are you wondering how to keep them calm and happy? Then worry no more, I may just have the answers your looking for. My boy is a Sensory Seeker. This means he needs a lot of sensory input for all his senses. He can be very active, heavy handed and quite aggressive in his movements. He cannot help this. He is a Sensory…

[theusasurf]

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[viceroy-jericho]

Perhaps, drawing a pin-up poster of Sevatar isn't the most oblivious thing to do with him, but I regret nothing.

[ross-hollander]

MechWarriors are always...

...the most enthusiastic to get deployed on an ice-world. They hear, "this system's sun is extremely weak, expect temperatures barely over freezing since the season is basically mid-summer" and start cheering. You have to see it to believe it, a Rifleman just wallowing into a snowdrift like a hippo in mud and firing until it ends up surrounded by a small lake. Meanwhile, in the cockpit, they stay toasty warm while the PBI are shivering outside.

The sole comeuppance for this, of course, is that at some point they have to get out of that cockpit, and are stuck wearing a cooling vest and pilot bodyglove specifically designed to be as non-insulating as possible.

[rexxdjarin]

A Twisted Fantasy

Commander Wolffe x F!Reader One Shot

Summary: Wolffe is a little (a lot) pent up and he knows only one way to truly unwind until he can get home to you. Word Count: 2k Chapter Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ RATING, dom!Wolffe (is there any other kind lol?), p in v sex, light bdsm themes and spanking, male masturbation reference Notes: I was inspired by our boy finally posting tf up in the trailer🤍 crossposted on ao3

My head is fucking pounding.

Wolffe thought.

Probably atmospheric changes bothering my eye again. 

As their transport hurtled through hyperspace back home to the Triple Zero, he was truly just thankful to be on solid ground and in breathable air. On extended tours like this, Wolffe was always on edge and testy. He missed the comforts of his barracks back home. He missed nights off at 79s with his brothers. Most of all, he missed her.

It had been so long he could barely detect the scent of her on the panties he kept from his last time with her. So many long rotations of burying his nose in them hoping they’d help him get off. Though, it was less and less satisfying the more he messed with them. With his mission completed and his squad probably recharging in the mess, he probably had time to ease his tension the best way he knew how.

Wolffe switched off the nav he was only casually following their course on and stood up. He glanced around the room only finding it filled with the men who should be on duty tonight. With a curt nod, he turned on his boot heel and left the room. 

Tension pricked up his spine as the anticipation built up for his favorite night time activity. Well second-favorite. He reasoned with himself. As he marched down the hall toward his quarters, he scowled the way he always did when he needed to signal to his men to leave him be. The few he did see as he passed by clearly got the message, as they did nothing more than salute formally and go about their business.

Good. He could only wait so long to take the edge off. 

His fists clenched so hard that his knuckles cracked beneath his gloves as the thought of her seeped deeper into his mind. How she blinks up at him like a tempting little vulptex when she wants him. The soft petal colored lips he can kiss whenever he wants to quiet her bold mouth. The wafting floral scent that drenches him in her for rotations afterwards. He fucking needed her.

He shook himself from his daydreaming as he approached his quarters. Urgently he entered his chaincode and stepped inside, sealing it shut behind him. He let his shoulders sag and tipped his head back, sighing dramatically at the relief flooding him already. In a flash, he set his helmet on his equipment crate and shucked the rest of his armor onto the floor beside it, stripping himself down to his black bodyglove. 

His muscles screamed with overuse and the ache behind his eyes became even more noticeable without the excess weight of his helmet on his head. He eased himself down into bed and slumped into his pillow. The rest was soothing, even on the shitty excuse for a mattress they were all given. In a few moments, he was finally comfortable again.

Although, as the post-mission tension he had been feeling subsided, the overwhelming urge of sexual frustration rose to take its place. His body had already decided this was impossible to ignore, his cock hardening between his legs with every second that passed. The dull ache gave way to the familiar loaded throb that he’d come to welcome in his adulthood. It grounded him and gave him something to look forward to when he returned from a mission.

He sighed with satisfaction as he peeled down the waistband of his bottoms and let his now uncomfortably stiff cock fly up. He let out a huff, wrapping his hand around the base and giving it the gentlest tug to get himself started. The mission, the stress, the pain all melted away as he began a slow rhythm he liked. 

His mind wandered and thoughts of her poured in, like they always did. One dirty little thought in particular began forming. He couldn’t remember if he had dreamed this once before or if it really happened, but it excited him either way…

Her body splayed out on his dark gray sheets, the fabric pooling around her waist and hiding just enough of her breasts to keep things entertaining. He always loved how she looked from behind for obvious reasons, but from this vantage point above her he felt powerful. She looked so unsuspecting and helpless, like prey just waiting to be pounced on.

His cock twitched and bounced with excitement from above her, knowing mere moments from now he’d get to fill her up with it. She looked back at him almost in desperation, her eyes begging him more than her words ever could. 

Wolffe chuckled sadistically, slowly easing himself down to press his chest to her back. She keened for him, her back arching to brush skin to skin the way she craved. She turned her face hoping he would give her the mercy of a few fervent kisses, but not tonight. He couldn’t. His cock was throbbing so hard it hurt. 

He leaned closer, pressing featherlight kisses up her shoulder blade to the side of her neck. Grunting and swearing as he let his hips grind against her ass. She felt so good against him, her skin so soft and warm receiving him as he brushed himself against her lewdly. Teasing himself was torturous, but he enjoyed a little of that now and again. Certainly drove her crazy though. 

Each roll of his hips brushed hers deeper into the mattress beneath her and massaged her clit perfectly. The sound of her gasping and whimpering for more only made him want to go faster. Her hands reached back to grip into his curls and the tugging at his scalp made heat course down Wolffe’s spine like nothing else. 

Fuck. He swore, countering with a love bite in the crook of her neck that everyone would see in the morning. She moaned and pulled tighter making his skin erupt in goosebumps at both the sensation and the sound of her pleasure. She trembled beneath his weight, probably already close to cumming from the friction alone. She was like that when he was gone for a long time, anything he did made her insatiable and it made the sex unreal.

He suckled deep hickies into the thin skin around her jaw and teased her mercilessly as she moaned pitifully for him. He didn’t care. He was impatient and in control and he needed her wet, so she could take all of him easily. He rutted his hips between her cheeks over and over again, holding his hands around her ribcage to hold her steady beneath him.

Wolffe kissed up to her ear, his hands slotting into the dip of her waist to hold her as he slowed his grinding. “Are you ready to take me, darling?” he muttered softly, grazing the shell of her ear with his teeth. “I won’t be gentle, but I can’t wait anymore.”

She mewled pathetically, “I’m ready. I need you. Please, Wolffe.” The sound of his name in her little desperate moan made him snap. With a kiss to her shoulder, he lifted himself back over her and spread her thighs apart. Sticky warmth coated her inner thighs and he groaned as he slid his length through it with ease.

His eyes fluttered as he prodded at her entrance, the head slipping through and splitting her open as he followed through. Wolffe hissed, her heat searing pleasure through him instantly. He snapped a few shallow thrusts to part her walls around him and she cried out moans that would keep Wolffe stimulated for years. 

As her walls enveloped him, he started his grueling rhythm, his hips plowing into her as deep and as hard as he could. He growled in satisfaction, the burning heat swelling in his lower belly sending him into a frenzy. “You take me so fucking good.” He capped his compliment with a swift smack to her ass. 

She swallowed her cries, curling her fingers into his sheets and nodding vigorously. “Always, Sir. Always.” She raised her hips, giving him a better angle, which he took immediate advantage of. He wrapped both his large hands around the small of her waist for better leverage and shoved himself deeper inside her. 

“Awwh, that’s a good girl.” He gritted his teeth, her grip on him tightening markedly at his claim. “So fucking tight I can barely move. You missed me, haven’t you? Need me to come home and open you up just like this.” He laughed, letting his strokes shorten as he rocked into her a little harder. 

“Mhm. It’s not the…same…without you, Sir.” she muttered, turning to scream into the mattress as he sped up. Wolffe shifted to curl his hands into the nape of her neck and turned her head away from the muffling covers of his barracks bed. 

“Ah ah, let them all hear you say that, darling.” He curled his hand into her hair and twisted it around his wrist, pulling just enough to feel good. “Give me a little something to be proud of.” he huffed, the exertion admittedly starting to get to him too. His skin was boiling hot, a sheen of sweat coating his entire body as he slipped against hers. Her ass bounced against him, slapping against his thighs as he pounded her into the mattress beneath them.

“Fuck me, Wolffe.” she begged, her hands frantically searching for grip as he hit a spot inside her that made her scramble. “Right there, again. Harder…I can take it, Commander.” she baited him, rolling her hips back into him.

Wolffe dropped down to rest on his forearms and let himself press his body into hers. She writhed beneath him as his cock speared into her at a lower angle. Her walls fluttered around him and Wolffe knew from experience she wouldn’t last much longer. He groaned lowly as his own orgasm began creeping up on him too.

He bit down on her shoulder and let his hips drive as fast and deep as he could manage. “Know just how you like it, filthy girl. Fast and rough. Let me do whatever I want to you…” he grunted between exerted exhales as he kept up his pace. Her moans got breathier and she nodded in agreement. “Let me ruin this little cunt for anyone else but me.”

She cried out a pitiful “Yes.” Wolffe felt her muscles beginning to tense and her walls collapsing around him. His throbbing cock was suffocating inside her and he shuddered as pleasure began its slow trickle down the length of his own body. He could no longer control the snapping of his hips, the air in his lungs or the strength of his bruising grip on her perfect body. 

His ears filled with the delightful repetitive “Yes, yes….yes, Wolffe…fuck, yes.” Her soft curves and sweat-slick skin pressed against his, her walls trapping his cock in her warmth, her face frozen in permanent ecstasy as the high crashed into her. He pressed his forehead into her shoulder and pulled her hips into his as he locked in, shuddering from head to toe as the crest of his own orgasm dragged him under.

His groans died in his throat as he emptied each spurt of pleasure inside her. He lost count of how many times he shot molten hot ribbons into her heat. He panted, the overwhelming pleasure leaving him so delightfully and completely spent. He collapsed on top of her, rolling them both over to cuddle her close while he regained his ability to breathe.

Wolffe let his large palm rest on the soft plush of her lower belly, just over where he’d filled her completely full of him. She was already asleep, far too tired to stay conscious after something as intense as they usually were together. He’d hold her close and keep her safe, even if she wasn’t awake to experience it, for as long as she needed him…

He blinked away the haze of orgasm and came to with a mess on his hands. With the headache and all the tension completely gone, the pull of sleep was inevitable, finally. He cleaned himself off and laid back into bed, knowing that by the time he woke up in 0600 hours he could make that fantasy a reality all over again.

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notes: hi I love him your honor I will probably add taglist and upload to ao3 later but I just wanted to get this posted bc im excited about it.

[helgaolgaroemer]

Olga ROEMER. Tent. By. Body glove by olga.roemer Via Flickr: James River

[sjax001]

Your average war accountant is ready for his daily ritual.

"He entered an outsized arming frame and took off his robe. The man he handed it to was almost lost in its folds. Under the robes, Guilliman wore a dark grey bodyglove, its surface marked with the dull silver of inactive circuits. "

--Dark Imperium

[skolas-a]

Tfw you provoke Interrogator van Calox a liiittle too much...

I drew this back during Rogue Trader beta days, back in October. Seems like my estimation of their dynamics isn't too far off xD

Well, probably because Elena kept being a gremlin flirt to Heinrix

This is an older design of Elena, by the way, back when psykers were still in just bodygloves :p I gave her a tabard-hood on top. Her head augmetics design remain the same

[shodanbootleg]

II

Many hands lead her out of her room and bed. She walks, and they take her to a range. She is given a rifle. Sleek black plastic and ceramic. A tangle of sensors at the sight, a pad of metal wires at the grip. She takes it, and the sensation is nauseously sweet. Her nerves race through the pad, and she feels its insides.

A laser rifle, firing a coherent beam hot enough to annihilate all air between barrel and target, turning metal to slag and severing flesh and bone. She looks downrange. A plastic model of a human. She blinks, and turns to her right.

Another woman, with the same red eyes, and a metal hand.

“It’s okay. You can do it.” She says. “You are young, but it will be natural as breathing.”

The young woman nodded, feeling the barrel pointing to the floor. Her elder gently placed a hand on her shoulder, and guided her into a firing stance.

Thunder on command.

The target severed neatly, head clattering onto metal floor.

“Your orders have changed.” A voice speaks into her head. “Leave no one alive.”

Beams, bullets, blades, she learns to dance. With them she severs and breaks hesitation. She wears armor, light metal plates over a black bodyglove. She fights her siblings, most different from her. Many more armored, stronger, so she learned.

Faster, smarter, and to fight dirty. A gut punch rarely worked against most, so she locked joints. She was rewarded, endorphins and dopamine loaded into her tank and given for every new way to break someone. At night, she dreamt of new ways to break bones, to throw, to move without being seen.

These she used against the Vanguards, her largest siblings. The rest, she would fight how she pleased. The Striders, tall but wiry, and the Wizards, who spoke with the machines. They were closest to her, but easy.

The Watchers, they were different. She trained in dreams, moving through corridors quietly, and sliding blades into flesh.

More time at the range, then in war-games fighting over patches of long open concrete, plants made of stone and trees of flesh. Rain, constant rain. Volume swaying and drifting. Then, months training in sunshine, then in darkness. In cold and in heat.

Then she learns to pray.

“As you wish, the world will know.”

[zarilia]

Sims 4 Tech's Goggles

Get Tech's Goggles (with glowing light) DOWNLOAD.

Found under glasses, transparent and yellow glass version available. Base Game compatible.

Other Tech CC used:

bodyglove by @squidsponge

hair by @jewishevelinebaker

Better go check these both wonderful creators if you crave more Clone Wars and Bad Batch stuff.

Winter adventures of Tech and Echo and a sneak peek ;)

The Bad Batch sims (with slight modifications) come from ArthurKirky.

[felinisnoctis]

Chaos Prime: Batsy's Story, part 1

With credit to @fangs-claws-paws for some horrible ideas.

CW: sexual manipulation/coercion, non-consensual nudity

Malthael had been sent out on a somewhat unique mission.  They’d muttered that it was bad luck when he was given his chapter colors - yellow with a black and white checkered pattern.  But his new brothers honestly seemed nice.  Some chapters had problems with the new reinforcements, but the Lamenters just seemed glad to have literally anyone at all bothering to reinforce them.

He had just completed his training when he was told he was going on a special solo mission.  Something about building alliances with the imperial nobility.  Malthael rolled his eyes inside his helmet - nobles were largely a pain that he couldn’t quite see the point of - but obediently polished up his armor and weapons.  As an afterthought he draped both in the embroidered leather cape he had taken to wearing, tanned from the belly of a tyranid and with sculpted shoulder plates from its carapace.

As he understood it, he was to be provided protection services to a local imperial governor who had been having problems with his imperial rivals.  In exchange his chapter, newly finished with their penitential crusade, would receive the right to sweep the populace for suitable candidate for neophytes, along with a significant shipment of ammunition.  It was a worthwhile trade, even if he resented such a boring tour of duty.  He had, apparently, been requested specifically, for reasons he most certainly couldn’t fathom.  Why they would want a newly minted battle-brother and not an experienced veteran was beyond him.

The ceremony itself was beautifully organized.  There was a celebration for the boys who had been allowed to take their place as aspirants, and a rather showy presentation as a shuttle was loaded with promised resources and sent off, although the bulk  of the offerings had obviously been moved before.  And then a ceremony where Malthael, reading from a script given to him over vox, swore his loyalty to the Imperium and to the governor in what was frankly excessively flowery language.  The ceremony was weird and loud for him and he felt uncomfortable around all the stiff, ornate clothing.  Most of it looked horrible anyway, like it was designed to show how much fine fabric the nobility could cover their forms in rather than out of any actual aesthetic sense.   Something about the way the governor looked at him made him nervous, but he brushed it aside as part of the weirdness.  He stood stock-still as the ceremony concluded, following obediently behind the governor as they retreated to the inner rooms of the palace spire.

Even the oversized palace doors were big for him, the rooms clearly intended for the size of much smaller mortals and not power armored primaris marines. Privately Malthael thought the rooms were in poor taste, reflecting time and money that could have been better spent on shoring up the sector’s defenses and repairing its badly-damaged industrial capacity.  But it was not his place to say so.  As they reached the room that was apparently their final destination, the governor suggested “Malthael was it?  Perhaps you should take your armor off.”

Something nagged at the back of his mind, telling him this was a bad idea, though he couldn’t identify what.  “I’d be more comfortable with it on, your honor, it’s fine!” he managed, a little too quickly.

“Take it off, marine.  You’ll be more dexterous without it anyway, and I will need help getting out of this court gown.”

“Don’t you have serfs for that?” Malthael blurted out before realizing that this was almost certainly the wrong thing to say, but began obediently removing his armor.  The governor huffed slightly but did not respond until the primaris was down to his bodyglove, and then only to motion him over to start helping.

Malthael bent down and delicately plucked the fresh orange blossoms from an overly elaborate headpiece, placing them in an indicated bowl of fresh water nearby, before unfastening the mound of ribbons that held the towering hairpiece in place.  The governor’s hand reached up and brushed his chest as he leaned over, lingering near the fast beat of his hearts.

“I’m impressed that they managed to make you lot bigger and stronger…and more obedient, I’ve been told.  Is that true, soldier?”

“It concords with the goals of the Adeptus Mechanicus in creating us.”  He set the hairpiece aside and moved to undo the lacing on the overgown, a deep red velvet heavy with gold and silver embroidery.  As it slid to the floor the puffy lace undercoat tore in several places, causing Malthael to wince at the noise.

“I apologize, I seem to have torn your attire.  Perhaps one of your servants would be better suited to the task?”

“It is no matter, Malthael.  Piña fiber tears easily, and I have already worn it once.  You may tear the rest off, if you like.”  The last line was delivered with a dazzling smile that made Malthael's head hurt.  He didn’t like nobles because they were always saying and doing confusing things where they didn’t mean what they said, they meant something else that he was supposed to figure out.

Nevertheless he carefully tore the back of the delicate lace garment open, allowing it to settle in two pieces delicately on top of the velvet, before being covered by various bits of padding and cushioning that he had to unlace from the governor’s body.  The scene was growing more confusing in his head by the minute - what was the purpose of such things when they would only add weight and bulk to the wearer?  Pads lined the governor’s shoulders and upper arms and surrounded their hips and thighs for no purpose that Malthael could understand, especially with how cleverly concealed they had been beneath the outer layers.  The pads would mimic muscles of course, but surely any worthwhile enemy wouldn’t be fooled by such a simple deception?  He didn’t ask as he removed them and dropped them on the floor, getting down on one knee to unlace the underskirt and the hip pads as he was ordered.

The governor leaned back against him as he did so, head resting against his shoulder and a hand reaching down to brush against his ass.  Malthael shifted back slightly.  “Apologies, your honor, I did not mean to put you off balance.”  He fought to press his rising combat hormones down - there were no observable enemies here, even to his enhanced senses.  His new charge, now stripped down to breaches, hose, and a quilted vest over a delicate tunic, leaned even further into his body.  He finished removing the vest and paused, unsure if he should continue.

“Keep going, marine” the voice was sharp and commanding as the governor pulled the tunic off and held out a leg for Malthael to undo the matching stocking.  The thin silk joined the growing pile on the floor, for an instant reminding Malthael of a line of blood staining the fabric as he finished his ordered task, ignoring the hand sliding to his shoulders and beginning to undo the fasteners on his bodyglove, only repeating his mantras of loyalty to the emperor in his head.